Regret Came Too Late

Liam's voice was weary, but he pushed through. "I want to go with you, Grace. If something goes wrong, we can look out for each other."

"Not this time, Liam. You have to memorize those reports front to back."

Liam almost wanted to argue like in the old times, but something stopped him. He pursed his lips. "Okay. Just... be careful."

After all, Edric's hatred toward Grace had reached a point where anything was possible.

Grace had intended to call it a night, but instead, she headed to the living room, opened her laptop, and started digging deeper into the profile of the man holding that decisive 7% of shares.

She had no idea that, at that moment, the executive she had targeted was groveling beside a man and trembling violently. He had no idea who he had pissed or why he had been dragged into this nightmare. His knees buckled beneath him, and the thick, coppery scent of blood in the air made his skin crawl.

His throat felt tight, like invisible hands were wrapped around it. He couldn't make a sound. Sweat dripped from his forehead, splattering against the floor. He was barely holding back tears.

However, the man in front of him hadn't spoken a word. He just sat there like the devil himself, quiet and terrifying.

earlier that day, and he had already agreed to hand over his shares. Now, his blood ran cold. Could

the one who destroyed Thomson's face,

finally stammered, "I-If it's the shares you're after, they're yours. Just please... Let

like crazy when the

"Sell them to Edric."

the man was

in an instant, and even the dead

sweat from his face, his phone rang. It was Grace. He rejected

he opened his front door, he

she had clearly stayed up all night- writing. If the company

Pn

the trust Quentin had once placed in him. Besides, he wasn't part of Edric's camp; he was

last night hadn't happened,

saw Grace, his face turned ghostly pale, and he instinctively stepped back. "Ms. Lambert, hi," he